Open Rain
a poem that smells like rain
Summer rains down on me like a mill making bread and butter are the heart and it all feels warm here yet I still don't know my way isn't up, anymore-- I found something sturdy and I feel your sweet hand reaching me whole when I stumble down, down, down, well that's okay because I can hear I can be here with this rain turns my world fresh, and green is my heart space opening. I can feel it opening, opening.
